Glo. No, ftir not for your lives, let her pass by.
Elean. Come you, my Lord, to fee my open Shame?
Now thou doft Penance too. Look how they gaze,
See how the giddy multitude do point,

And nod their Heads, and throw their Eyes on thee.
Ah Glo'fter, hide thee from their hateful Looks,
And in thy Closet pent up, rue my Shame,
And ban our Enemies, both mine and thine.
Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this Grief.
Elean. Ah Glofter, teach me to forget my felf:
For whilft I think I am thy married Wife,
And thou a Prince, Protector of this Land,
Methinks I fhould not thus be led along,
Mail'd up in Shame, with Papers on my Back,
And follow'd with a Rabble, that rejoice
To fee my Tears, and hear my deep-fit Groans.
The ruthlefs Flint doth cut my tender Feet,
And when I ftart the envious People laugh,
And bid me be advised how I tread.

Ah Humphry, can I bear this fhameful Yoak?
Trowelt thou, that e'er I'll look upon the World,
Or count them happy that enjoy the Sun?
No: Dark fhall be my Light, and Night my Day.
To think upon my Pomp, fhall be my Hell.
Sometime I'll fay I am Duke Humphry's Wife,
And he a Prince, and Ruler of the Land:
Yet fo he Rul'd, and fuch a Prince he was,
As he ftood by, whilft I, his forlorn Dutchefs,
Was made a Wonder, and a pointing Stock
To every idle Rafcal Follower.

But be thou mild, and blufh not at my Shame,
Nor ftir at nothing, 'till the Ax of Death
Hang over thee, as fure it fhortly will.

For Suffolk, he that can do all in all

With her, that hateth thee, and hates us all,
And York, and impious Beauford, that false Priest,
Have all lim'd Bushes to betray thy Wings,
And fly thou how thou can'ft, they'll tangle thee:
But fear thou not until thy Foot be fnar'd,
Nor ever seek prevention of thy Foes.

Glo

Gla. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimeft all awry.
I muft ffend before I be attainted:
And had I twenty times fo many Foes,

And each of them had twenty times their Power,
Ail thele could not procure me any fcathe,
So long as I am Loyal, True, and Crimeless.
Wouldft have me refcue thee from this Reproach?
Why yet thy Scandal were not wip'd away,
But I in danger for the breach of Law.
Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
I pray thee fort thy Heart to patience,
Thefe few Days wonder will be quickly worn.
Enter a Herald.

Her. I fummon your Grace to his Majefty's Parliament Holden at Bury, the first of this next Month.

Glo. And my confent ne'er ask'd herein before? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there; My Nell, I take my leave: And Mafter Sheriff, Let not her Penance exceed the King's Commiffion. Sher. And't please your Grace, here my Commiffion ftays: And Sir John Stanly is appointed now,

To take her with him to the Isle of Man.

Glo. Muft you, Sir John, protect my Lady here? Stanly. So am I given in charge, may't please your Grace. Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that, I pray You use her well; the World may laugh again, And I may live to do you kindness, if you do it her. And fo, Sir John, farewel.

Elean. What gone, my Lord, and bid me not farewel. Glo. Witness my Tears, I cannot stay to speak.

[Exit Gloucefter. Elean. Art thou gone too? all Comfort go with thee, For none abides with me; my Joy is Death;

Death, at whofe Name I oft have been afear'd,
Because I wish'd this World's Eternity.
Stanly, I prethee go, and take me hence,
I care not whither, for I beg no Favour;
Only convey me where thou art commanded.
Stan. Why Madam, that is to the Isle of Man,
There to be us'd according to your State.

Elean

Elean. That's bad enough, for I am but Reproach: And shall I then be us'd reproachfully?

Stan. No; like a Dutchefs, and Duke Humphry's Lady, According to that State you fhall be us'd.

Elean. Sheriff farewel, and better, than I, fare, Although thou haft been Conduct of my Shame. Sher. It is my Office, and, Madam, pardon me. Elean. Ay, ay, farewel, thy Office is difcharg'd. Come Stanly, fhall we go?

Stan. Madam, your Penance done, Throw off this Sheet,

And go we to attire you for our, Journey.

Elean. My Shame will not be thifted with my Sheet : No, it will hang upon my richest Robes, And fhew it felf, attire me how I can. Go, lead the way, I long to fee my Prifon.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Queen, Cardinal, Suffolk, York, Buckingham, Salisbury and Warwick, to the Parliament. K.Henry. I mufe my Lord of Glofter is not come: 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmoft Man, Whate'er occafion keeps him from us now.

Q. Mar. Can you not fee? or will ye not observe
The ftrangeness of his alter'd Countenance?
With what a Majefty he bears himself,
How Infolent of late he is become,

How proud, how peremptory and unlike himself!
We know the time fince he was Mild and Affable,
And if we did but glance a far-off Look,
Immediately he was upon his Knee,

That all the Court admir'd him for Submiffion.
But meet him now, and be it in the Morn,
When every one will give the time of Day,
He knits his Brow, and fhews an angry Eye,
And paffeth by with stiff unbowed Knee,
Difdaining Duty that to us belongs.
Small Curs are not regarded when they grin,
But great Men tremble when the Lion roars,
And Humphry is no little Man in England.
Firft note, that he is near you in Descent,
And fhould you fall, he is the next will mount.
Me feemeth then, it is no Policy,

Refpecting

Respecting what a Rancorous Mind he bears,
And his advantage following your decease,
That he fhould come about your Royal Perfon,
Or be admitted to your Highness Council.
By Flattery hath he won the Commons Hearts:
And when he pleafe to make Commotion,
'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
Now 'tis the Spring, and Weeds are fhallow rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'er-grow the Garden,
And choak the Herbs for want of Husbandry.
The reverent Care I bear unto my Lord,
Made me collect thefe dangers in the Duke.
If it be fond, call it a Woman's fear:
Which fear, if better Reasons can fupplant,
I will fubfcribe, and fay I wrong'd the Duke.
My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
Reprove my Allegation, if you can,

Or else conclude my Words effe&ual.

Suf. Well hath your Highness seen into this Duke.
And had I first been but to fpeak my Mind,
I think I should have told your Grace's Tale.
The Dutchefs, by his Subornation,

Upon my Life began her devilish Practices:
Or if he were not privy to these Faults,
Yet by repeating of his high Descent,
As next the King, he was fucceffive Heir,
And fuch high Vaunts of his Nobility,
Did inftigate the Bedlam brain-fick Dutchess,
By wicked means to frame our Sovereign's Fall.
Smooth runs the Water where the Brook is deep,
And in his fimple fhew he harbours Treafon.
The Fox barks not when he would fteal the Lamb.
No, no, my Sovereign, Glofter is a Man
Unfounded yet, and full of deep Deceit.

Car. Did he not, contary to form of Law,
Devise strange Deaths, for fmall Offences done?
York. And did he not, in his Protectorship,
Levy great fums of Mony through the Realm,
For Soldiers pay in France, and never fent it?
By means of which the Towns each day revolted.

Buck

Buck. Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown,
Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphry.
K. Henry. My Lords at once; the care you have of us,
To mow down Thorns that would annoy our Foot,
Is worthy Praife; but fhall I fpeak my Conscience,
Our Kinsman Glo'fter is as innocent

From meaning Treafon to our Royal Perfon,
As is the fucking Lamb, or harmless Dove:
The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given,
To dream on Evil, or to work my Downfal.

[ance?

Q.Mar. Ah! what's more dangerous, than this fond affiSeems he a Dove? His Feathers are but borrow'd, For he is difpofed as the hateful Raven. Is he a Lamb? His Skin was furely lent him, For he's inclin'd as is the ravenous Wolf. Who cannot steal a fhape that means deceit? Take heed, my Lord, the welfare of us all, Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful Man. Enter Somerset.

Som. All Health unto my gracious Sovereign. K.Henry.Welcome, Lord Somerfet; what News from France? Som. That all our Intereft in those Territories,

Is utterly bereft you; all is loft.

[done.

K. Henry. Cold News Lord Somerset; but God's Will be
York. Cold News for me; for I had hope of France,

As firmly as I hop'd for fertile England.
Thus are my Blossoms blasted in the Bud,
And Caterpillars eat my Leaves away.
But I will remedy this gear e'er long,
Or fell my Title for a glorious Grave.
Enter Gloucester.

Glo. All happiness unto my Lord the King:
Pardon, my Liege, that I have ftaid fo long.

[Afide.

Suf. Nay, Glofter, know that thou art come too soon, Unless thou wert more Loyal than thou art;

I do arreft thee of High Treafon here.

Glo. Well Suffolk, yet thou shalt not fee me blush,
Nor change my Countenance for this Arreft:
A Heart unspotted is not eafily daunted.
The pureft Spring is not fo free from Mud,
As I am clear from Treafon to my Sovereign.

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